hair of many gentle curls
flowing from cheek to shoulder
vision focused on her
then my insides floundered
it's heading in "that" direction
once again i made this a flop
reassuring is my intuition
all is well for her, i hope
words that i spoke hurts
those unspoken, are worst, they break
the soft and beautiful heart
is easily smashed like cake
wonder if the stand i took is good
jesus, you can make all these good
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